Where is the sight of freedom in the darkness of the air?
Where is the sound of goodwill in the shadows of the heavy light?
No kind spirit is a secret,
When the eyes are still clear,
And the heart is still bright.
Where is the sight of freedom in the darkness of the air?
Where is the sound of goodwill in the shadows of the heavy light?
No kind spirit is a secret,
When the eyes are still clear,
And the heart is still bright.